Sunday, March 2, 2014

Genesis 24: In Writing

After the walking
and the wandering
the endless road
and distant hills
the pieces sloughed
and lost
trickled and dried
within the cracked footprints
there is a way back to the doorway
to return from outside in
into the warmth of your mother arms
murmuring living water


To Sarah:

Go back in time
start over
fix this time
the primal mistake
I hear you in your listless silence
See you in your gaping tent

This time I asked
you acquiesced and followed
rising in your new-moon glow
full of endings
and beginnings

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